There are no doors a rappin There are no shoes a tappin There are no butterflies a flappin There are no hands a clappin
It as if nothing happened Nothing gained or lackin Another suitcase to be packin
My heart is still Steadfast my mind
At least there is peace... again goodbye
4:10am dunno bout this one. Maybe I should try to do this more often. I like the last two stanzas but I dont know if i like how they vibe with the flow. I was going for a countdown of sorts 4 3 2 1